And I'm Not Otis

Apparently, among Mr. Hughes' many national security related duties with nary a scrap of "classified information," or the mighty Soldier Boy's "MI" (Military Intelligence or Mental Illness--take your pick) we can include catching counterfeiters.

Therefore, Andy & Barney in Ventura can expect a call when I get around to it, and as for hilarious remarks heard on the spooky highway, not much could top the coffee emporium panic when two idiots ran out the door after one said to the other, "Oh my God, they really are Secret Service!" As I told some fellows in the LUTHERAN SS sham homeless program last year, "Run, don't walk, to Starbucks."

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